[01:52.220]Oh, I the wetly weak claw, led by his strong warm paw
[02:04.140]walking the forbidden path
[02:11.040]through high uncut summer grass
[02:16.170]while hunters nose dive, membranes servants to their flight
[02:28.480]were buzzing all around our heads black parasol, balance and shades
[02:53.220]Those little bells on my fool's cap
[02:59.250]all witness to my sad defect
[03:05.600]crowning my pale seriousness, in most ridiculous distress
[03:17.720]The smile on his weather-tanned face
[03:23.880]his white teeth somewhat out of place
[03:30.030]the gentle roughness of his hands
[03:36.720]dark soil staining his fingernails
[04:44.980]Ushered into the forest's hold
[04:49.370]I'm folding up my parasol
[04:54.630]heralding fears of deprivation
[04:59.590]in answer to my hesitation
[05:04.170]he's parting the branches as we move
[05:08.660]I dare a smile in shy excuse
[05:13.310]Oh does he know the ghosts I drag
[05:18.170]the dreadful ending I expect?
[05:23.300]The boyish hand of this olden maid, hints secrets, guarded by her face
[06:06.360]Does your world know my shadow's near,
[06:11.680]the loop of time I always fear?
[06:20.490]The fact that I carelessly stepped into my very own, dark trap?
[06:49.060]You stride, I'm glancing at your belt ... -
[06:53.860]should I miss any of the things I never felt?
[07:02.770]The shaking hand of this olden maid
[07:04.450]dark soil staining his fingernails
[07:08.930]instead waters the flowers on her ancient grave.